A detective with a unique ability to sense supernatural beings is tasked with solving a series of murders in a city plagued by a hidden werewolf population. As they delve deeper, they uncover a sinister conspiracy.
Ana Davis had always been able to sense the supernatural. It wasn't something she advertised, for fear of sounding like a lunatic, but it had always been there, lurking just beneath the surface of her reality. It was as if she had a sixth sense that tingled whenever something otherworldly brushed against the mundane.
The city of Crescent Hollow, where Ana had spent her entire life, was a place where the supernatural seemed to thrive in the shadows. It was a city of contrasts, with gleaming skyscrapers towering over ancient cobblestone streets. Beneath its modern façade, Crescent Hollow held secrets that only a select few could see.
Ana was one of those few.
On a chilly autumn evening, Ana sat at her cluttered desk in the dimly lit office of the Crescent Hollow Police Department's Special Investigations Unit. She was a detective, but not like any other on the force. Her desk was stacked high with files of unsolved cases, most of which had something inexplicable about them. She was the go-to person when the cases got weird, and in Crescent Hollow, that was more often than not.
Tonight, her phone rang, jolting her from her thoughts. She picked it up, her voice crisp and professional. "Detective Ana Davis."
"Ana, it's Captain Ramirez," came the voice on the other end. "We've got a new case for you, and it's a real puzzler."
Ana leaned forward, her interest piqued. "I'm all ears, Captain."
"It's a series of murders," Ramirez explained. "Three victims in the past two weeks, all found mutilated in an alley near the old textile factory."
Ana's gut twisted. She knew that area well; it was a hotspot for supernatural activity. "Any leads?"
"That's the strange part," Ramirez continued. "No witnesses, no security camera footage, nothing. It's like the victims vanished into thin air, and the crime scenes... well, they're bizarre. Almost ritualistic."
Ana's sixth sense tingled. Ritualistic murders were a sure sign of something supernatural at play. "I'll head over there right away."
As Ana arrived at the crime scene, she was struck by the eerie silence that hung in the air. The full moon bathed the cobblestone alley in a pale, ghostly light. She could hear the distant sounds of sirens, but they felt far away, as if the world had slowed down to a crawl.
The bodies were arranged in a peculiar manner, limbs spread in an unnatural fashion. Symbols were carved into their flesh, symbols that sent shivers down Ana's spine. She recognized them from her studies of the occult.
But what disturbed her most were the claw marks on the ground, impossibly large and deep. She knelt to examine them, her gloved fingers tracing the grooves. The hairs on her arms stood on end as she realized what had made them.
"Werewolf," she whispered to herself.
As Ana began to investigate further, she noticed the faintest traces of a scent in the air, something wild and primal. Her supernatural senses kicked in, and she followed the scent through the maze-like alleyways, her heart pounding with every step.
Eventually, the scent led her to a decrepit building at the edge of the city. The door creaked open under her touch, and she stepped inside, her flashlight cutting through the darkness.
There, in the moonlit shadows, she saw him-an imposing figure, hunched over a gruesome altar adorned with bones and blood. He turned to face her, his eyes glowing with an unnatural hunger.
Ana's heart raced as she recognized the face of the man before her. It was Detective Jameson, a colleague from the force.
"Ana," he hissed, his voice a guttural growl. "You shouldn't have followed me."
Realization hit her like a freight train. Jameson was the werewolf, the one behind the brutal murders. But how had he hidden it so well?
Before she could react, he lunged at her with inhuman speed, and they tumbled to the floor in a frenzied struggle. Ana fought with all her strength, her training, and her uncanny senses. It was a battle of supernatural versus supernatural.
As the moonlight streamed through a shattered window, Ana's instincts took over. She grabbed a shard of glass and, with a swift, precise motion, plunged it into Jameson's heart. He let out a pained howl, reverting to his human form before collapsing.
The room seemed to grow darker as Ana caught her breath. She had solved the case, but the questions remained. How had Jameson become a werewolf? And what sinister conspiracy had led him down this path?
Little did Ana know that her journey into the hidden world of Crescent Hollow had only just begun, and the secrets she would uncover would challenge everything she thought she knew about the city and herself.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.